Chapter 1444 Riddle's Abilities

Harry seemed to want to say something, but Dumbledore made a gesture of silence, and he could go up and say something.

They followed Mrs. Cole out of the office and up the stone stairs, shouting and berating her helpers and children as they went.

The orphans were all dressed in gray tunics, and they all looked reasonably well cared for, but there was no doubt that growing up in this place, the atmosphere was very gloomy and depressing, and the orphanage was a rather old building , the pattern and decoration inside give people a gloomy feeling.

There is not enough light, and even though it is close to noon, the place is still full of coldness and darkness.

Looking at their orphans from every room, those pair of dull eyes...

"Here we are," said Mrs. Cole.

They turned a corner on the third-floor landing and stopped at the door of the first room in a long corridor.

She knocked on the door twice and walked in.

"Tom? Someone's coming to see you. This is Mr. Dumbleton, I'm sorry, it's Mr. Dumbledore. He's coming to tell you. . . Well, let him tell you himself."

Ivan, Harry, and two Dumbledores walked into the room together, and Mrs. Cole closed the door behind them.

It was an empty, undecorated hut, save for an old wardrobe and an iron bed.

A boy is sitting on a gray blanket with his long legs stretched out in front of him, reading a book in his hand.

Tom Riddle enjoys the treatment of a single room, but this looks more like a prison room.

Ivan observed Tom Riddle carefully, and there was no sign of the Gaunt family on his face, and Merope's last words became reality: he was simply a miniature version of his handsome father. He was tall for an eleven-year-old, with dark hair and a pale complexion.

This is a very handsome and lovable child. From the appearance alone, this is the first impression he gives people.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Dumbledore's strange appearance and attire.

For a while, no one spoke, and the atmosphere in the room was silent and weird.

"What a bad memory." A deep voice sounded in Ivan's ear.

He turned his head and saw the vague figure of fifteen-year-old Riddle floating beside him, and disappeared in an instant!

This guy, Ivan hasn't seen him since the Ministry of Magic incident last semester.

But he must exist, he can only live on that ring, and Dumbledore has always been wearing that ring.

At that moment just now, Ivan felt that this guy seemed to be a little different!

He couldn't tell what was different, he almost flashed past Ivan's eyes.

Ivan looked at Dumbledore again, but didn't get any response. It was the same as using the Confusion Curse and Instinct just now. The headmaster didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He didn't seem to notice that the soul of the fifteen-year-old Riddle came out. However, Ai Wen's gaze finally fell on his hand with the ring, and the spell on it was particularly dazzling.

Harry also looked back at Ivan suspiciously, then turned his head to pay attention to the conversation between Dumbledore and Riddle.

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore said, stepped forward and held out his hand.

The boy hesitated, then reached out and shook his hand.

Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair beside Riddle so that they both looked like a hospital patient and a visitor.

"I'm Professor Dumbledore."

"Professor?" Riddle repeated, showing a very vigilant expression. He pointed to the door that Mrs. Cole had left just now, "Is it like a doctor? What are you doing here? Did she ask you to come and help me?" Did I check and check?"

"No, it's not," said Dumbledore, smiling.

"I don't believe you," said Riddle. "She wants someone to come and see me, doesn't she? Tell the truth!"

He said the last three words fiercely and loudly, with a terrifying aura.

This is an order, and it seems that he has given this order many times before.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and stared at Dumbledore fiercely with a frightening manner, but Dumbledore did not answer, but continued to smile kindly, and after a few seconds, Riddle's eyes relaxed, but He seemed more alert.

"Who are you? Tell the truth, don't try to lie to me, I can tell." Still in a commanding tone.

"As I told you, I am Professor Dumbledore and I work at a school called Hogwarts. I have come to invite you to my school, your new school, if you wish. "

After hearing this, Riddle's reaction was greatly unexpected.

He jumped out of bed and backed away from Dumbledore, looking extremely annoyed.

"You can't fool me! You came from the madhouse, didn't you? Professor, well, yes, tell you, I won't go, understand? That damned old hag should go to the madhouse. I don't Nothing to do with little Amy Benson and Dennis Bishop, even if they are crazy, it has nothing to do with me, you can ask them yourself, they will tell you!"

"I'm not from the madhouse," said Dumbledore patiently. "I'm a teacher, and if you'll sit down calmly, I'll tell you about Hogwarts. Of course, if you don't want to Go to that school, and no one will force you!"

"Hmph, I want to see who dares!" Riddle said contemptuously.

"Hogwarts." Dumbledore continued, seemingly not hearing Riddle's last words, "it's a school for people with special talents."

"I'm not crazy!"

"I know you're not crazy. Hogwarts is not a school for madmen, but a school for wizardry."

Silence, silence, silence.

Riddle seemed stunned, expressionless on his face.

His eyes flicked quickly from one to the other of Dumbledore's, as if trying to see in one that he was lying.

Is this a normal eleven-year-old boy's reaction? Absolutely not!

But is young Riddle a normal boy? Absolutely not!

If history can be changed, Aiwen hopes that young Dumbledore will turn around and leave now.

No matter how you look at it, this guy in front of him is extremely abnormal, even from the perspective of a wizard.

"Magic?" Riddle repeated softly. "You mean magic?"

"Fine," said Dumbledore.

"Those innate abilities of mine, are, um, magic?"

"What skills do you have?" Dumbledore asked back.

"All kinds, all kinds." Riddle said in a low voice, the flush of excitement quickly spread from his neck to his sunken cheeks, and he seemed very excited, "Beyond your imagination, I don't need to touch it with my hands." I can make things move, and I can make animals do what I want without training. I can make bad luck for whoever pisses me off, and I can hurt them as easily as I want."

Well, this is really strong, very Voldemort, the most famous and powerful dark wizard who ever lived.